12:00 AM, Zilch.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
"Whatever I left with you, means a lot to me.
If you take off what I left with you, I won't so much mind.
If you lose it by accident, then I guess that is still fine.
But if I find out you've intentionally thrown it in the bin, then
I'll pull your hair, scream liar in your face, and
poke your eye with a very very sharp pin.
Mmm juicy aye.
So please, whatever I left with you, please take good care of it."
